Most of the time, he was immersed in his dreams, as in those dreams, there was the past that he missed. The girl possessed a pair of smiling eyes, like all forms of sadness and worries were unable to stand within them at all. And she always called out sweetly to him, as “Little Ye”. Despite the fact that she was stopped from getting close to him who had been of low and humble status, in those nights during the winter when everyone was fast asleep, his door would always been silently pushed open. The young lady’s slender nimble figure would come sneaking in, scuttling without a thought right onto his bed. When those cold tiny hands snuck under the warm covers, he would be awoken and she would just look innocently at him with those beautiful eyes, looking so pitiful and feeble. She would then say in a soft and endearing voice: “Little Ye, I am cold.”
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